In praise of cruder cameras
Lately, I have found myself in a few situations where all I have on me is my Blackberry or a cheap pocket camera – most recently a shockproof Panasonic Lumix. With basic features and a small sensor, I am not going to get the complete control and clarity I expect from my Leica M.
But something strange and rather good has been happening.
Just the fact that I know the final image is going to be rough and blurry makes me look at pictures in a different way.
If I can’t rely on clarity and detail, I have to concentrate on story, composition and colour.
If Leica makes me see the world like Vermeer, low-end cameras make me feel like Monet…
If I bought a Lytro, would I channel Henry Moore?